Wild Bill Balding

Rookie (12 June 1961 / London)

Wild Bill Balding Poems

1. Stones 2/7/2008
2. Jane,1873 2/7/2008
3. The Existentialists Go On Holiday 2/7/2008
4. Thetis 2/7/2008
5. Spanky Mary's Oubliette 7/21/2008
6. Onibury 9/30/2008
7. Magnificat 9/30/2008
8. Edward Bear Addresses The New Toys On Christmas Night 12/19/2008
9. Elevenses In Paris 12/19/2008
10. From A Painting By Hans Holbein: Portrait Of Anna Meyer (C.1526) 12/19/2008
11. Peoplewatching: Trafalgar Square At Dusk (A Dixaine Sequence For John Statham) 12/19/2008
12. Give & Take 12/19/2008
13. How To End A Dinner Party 12/19/2008
14. My Teddy Gave Me Aids 12/19/2008
15. Off His Face In The Flower Border (After Li Bai) 3/20/2009
16. Marking Time 12/19/2008
17. In The Dim Sum Restaurant 12/19/2008
18. Jephtha's Daughter 2/7/2008
19. The Brakes In The Back (For Backseat Drivers Everywhere...) 5/14/2008
20. Dinas Dinlle 2/7/2008
21. Imago 2/7/2008
22. King's Cross 2/7/2008
23. Sophie Goes To School 2/7/2008
24. Lilla,1905 2/7/2008
25. Fenchurch Street 2/7/2008
26. The Headmaster 12/19/2008
27. The Ethical Illusion 7/22/2008
28. Honey Bob And The Whale 7/31/2008
29. Contrasts In Snowfall 5/27/2008
30. Harwich For The Continent... 2/7/2008
31. Walter Sickert: Mornington Crescent Nude, Contre-Jour,1907 2/7/2008
32. Strumpet Voluntary 12/17/2008
33. Nocturne 5/27/2008
34. Willies 7/21/2008
35. Operation 2/7/2008
36. The Crows, He Said, 2/7/2008
37. Muriel,1941 2/7/2008
38. Emrys,1951 5/14/2008
39. Readers' Wives 7/21/2008
40. Woodland Jazz 2/7/2008
Best Poem of Wild Bill Balding

Butterfly Child

hormonal soup
pulsing, congealing;
chrysalis carapace
throbbing, cracking;
unknown muscles
struggling, jerking
through paper jaws...
exhausted, immobile,
transformed, transfigured -
let me dry my wings.

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The Mars Bar

(A friend's uncle once asked why there weren't any poems about Mars Bars. This is why.)

Nails glinting in the glow of candlelight,
she grips the bar and gently pulls apart
the waxy coal-black petals that surround
the glossy round intoxicating end.
Her fingers' friction pulls the wrapper down:
the rigid rough-cast bar appears erect;
the chocolate delight now in her hand

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